#let birds

[bluewillowmoon]

“I will never give up longing.”

— Linda Gregg, from “Let Birds,” All of It Singing: New and Selected Poems (Graywolf Press, 2008).

[azukilynn]

I love this poem by Linda Gregg, "Let Birds". Sometimes a piece of writing can be powerful enough to give you chills. To me, this is one such poem.

[believethebird]

Linda Gregg (1942-2019)

I will never give up longing. I will let my hair stay long. The rain proclaims these trees, the trees tell of the sun. Let birds, let birds. Let leaf be passion. Let jaw, let teeth, let tongue be between us. Let joy. Let entering. Let rage and calm join. Let quail come. Let winter impress you. Let spring. Allow the ocean to wake in you. Let the mare in the field in the summer morning mist make you whinny. Make you come  to the fence and whinny. Let birds. 

~ From “Let Birds,” by Linda Gregg (September 9, 1942 - March 19, 2019)

[poetryshrine]

Linda Gregg: Let Birds

Eight deer on the slopein the summer morning mist.The night sky blue.Me like a mare let out to pasture.The Tao does not console me. I was given the Way in the milk of childhood. Breathing it waking and sleeping.But now there is no amazing smellof sperm on my thighs,no spreading it on my stomachto show pleasure. I will never give up longing. I will let my hair stay long. The rain proclaims these trees,the trees tell of the sun.Let birds, let birds.Let leaf be passion.Let jaw, let teeth, let tongue bebetween us. Let joy.Let entering. Let rage and calm join.Let quail come.Let winter impress you. Let spring. Allow the ocean to wake in you.Let the mare in the fieldin the summer morning mistmake you whinny. Make you come to the fence and whinny. Let birds.

[toomuchtact]

Let Birds Linda Gregg Eight deer on the slope in the summer morning mist. The night sky blue. Me like a mare let out to pasture. The Tao does not console me.  I was given the Way  in the milk of childhood.  Breathing it waking and sleeping. But now there is no amazing smell of sperm on my thighs, no spreading it on my stomach to show pleasure.  I will never give up longing.  I will let my hair stay long.  The rain proclaims these trees, the trees tell of the sun. Let birds, let birds. Let leaf be passion. Let jaw, let teeth, let tongue be between us. Let joy. Let entering. Let rage and calm join. Let quail come. Let winter impress you. Let spring.  Allow the ocean to wake in you. Let the mare in the field in the summer morning mist make you whinny. Make you come  to the fence and whinny. Let birds.

[cfbwe-blog-blog]

Eight deer on the slope in the summer morning mist. The night sky blue. Me like a mare let out to pasture. The Tao does not console me. I was given the Way in the milk of childhood. Breathing it waking and sleeping. But now there is no amazing smell of sperm on my thighs, no spreading it on my stomach to show pleasure. I will never give up longing. I will let my hair stay long. The rain proclaims these trees, the trees tell of the sun. Let birds, let birds. Let leaf be passion. Let jaw, let teeth, let tongue be between us. Let joy. Let entering. Let rage and calm join. Let quail come. Let winter impress you. Let spring. Allow the ocean to wake in you. Let the mare in the field in the summer morning mist make you whinny. Make you come to the fence and whinny. Let birds.

Linda Gregg, "Let Birds"

[rinascente]

Let leaf be passion. Let jaw, let teeth, let tongue be between us. Let joy. Let entering. Let rage and calm join. Let quail come. Let winter impress you. Let spring. Allow the ocean to wake in you. Let the mare in the field in the summer morning mist make you whinny. Make you come to the fence and whinny. Let birds.

Linda Gregg, Let Birds.